"When I look" http://www.alansondheim.org/WhenI.jpg When I look at my work and see a gravestone to loss Or the gravestone, encavitated among the monstrous thought Against the millwheel, sluice, unnatural moss And mind so lost in uselessness unwrought Among the gravework untrammeled by a toss Of earth and mold, the shovel more distraught By everything, from encapsulation to an angry boss Who ordered haute cultour as something to be bought Instead of webwork woven into foss And the drift of plankton isoclines still borromean sought Ah yes, when I look, down vertical than across Forged, forgotten anointed, waiting, in the rot Of mined, swept galaxies, incapacities of joss And absence, death, collapse, so not a lot, Then - A poem by me, Alan Sondheim Like "When I look" http://www.alansondheim.org/WhenI.jpg Like When I look at my work and see a gravestone to loss Like the gravestone, encavitated among the monstrous thought Like Against the millwheel, sluice, unnatural moss Like mind so lost in uselessness unwrought Like Among the gravework untrammeled by a toss Like earth and mold, the shovel more distraught Like everything, from encapsulation to an angry boss Like Who ordered haute cultour as something to be bought Like Instead of webwork woven into foss Like the drift of plankton isoclines still borromean sought Like Ah yes, when I look, down vertical than across Like Forged, forgotten anointed, waiting, in the rot Like mined, swept galaxies, incapacities of joss Like absence, death, collapse, so not a lot, Like Then - Like A poem by me, Alan Sondheim _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
